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cole myer & yung grady – skete lyrics

yuh, yuh, yuh, woah, woah, yuh, yuh, yuh, woah, woah
yuh, woah, woah, ayy, i’ma send a lil’ b+tch to the burg, i was on top of the world
yuh, i got these diamonds, these pearls, and these rubies, you drive a subaru, i stole the suv
driving straight to your girl and then we make a movie
drank up in my cup and now i feel boozy
sent a few shots, i feel like chief keef
four leaf clover, this ain’t no leaf

she got pain in her heart and it’s because of grief, my bad lil’ b+tch is because you miss me
got me feelin’ like kanye turn pete into skete
i’ma go f+ckin’ crazy just cause of a tweet
i nеver lose, nevеr accept defeat
up in the whip and we push down the seat
i got a fire in my heart cause i only make heat
i hit the b+tch up and then we never meet
i’m in the back alley, just look down the street
you know i’ma dog, can i get a treat

that’s my dawg
pull up on the b+tch, i’m hitting it raw
i’ve been making money so i’m going to the top
i’m feelin’ like a villain but i’m looking like a boss
jump on the building feel like randy moss
get off your ass and go get a job
that’s the reason why i left you, cause my pockets big as f+ck and you cannot bring bread through
i swear that you don’t go to me but you cannot stand next to
and if you talking sh+t, mother f+cker, i’mma press you
look at the bullets connect, me, shottz and cole myer, call that triple threat
she must be tripping, forgot about the neck
i’m not in the army, i shoot like a vet
i ran it up and i ain’t break a sweat
ran it up, pour the faygo in the cup
my time is here, your time is up
the cops caught up, i said i’m f+cked
we got money, we is up
p+ssy b+tch don’t touch my bluff
okay, i got some money inside of a dream
i f+ck with a b+tch and she went to the team
can’t f+ck with that b+tch cause that b+tch for the street
they see me they run and they fall on their feet
i’m wrapping his body inside of a sheet
i’m with yung grady we feeling elite
shotta flow, shotta flow, feel like nle
i’m f+cking his b+tch ’til it hurt when she pees
i know i’m the goat, spray him down with a beam
we is the goat but don’t leave it to me
pass it to me, i’m the goat, i can run every beat
i swear i’m on top and i’m high as a bird, i stick with my bro so i got a whole fleet
high as a bird, chains and locks, i hit that swerve
yeah you know i f+ck up but i swear i can reverse it
one day i’ll be counting money and life will be perfect
all y’all b+tches clowns, yeah you coming from the circus

- cole myer yung grady lyrics

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